When you weep for me remember it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave remember I will always be at your sleeve.
Through every dark an choking hall I will be their as you crawl.
Every roof in driving snow I’ll hold your coat so you know.
In cellars hot with such searing heat a window’s gate you will meet.
Closets where children hide I’ll be their at your side.
The house from now I respond overstaffed from heroes gone.
Who answered that last bell who did the job and did it well.
We firemen understand death’s a card dealt in the hand.
A card hoped never to be played but we hold one their anyway.
That card is what we ignore as we crawl along the weakened floor.
For we know we are the only prayer for anyone who might be still their.
Remember as you wipe your tears the job I always knew so well throughout these years.
When I did the job I loved to do I pray that single thought you will see through.
